Wednesday, February 16, 2011

Smoke Signals - February 16th, 2011 - by MrM



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Treasure deep inside my blood
History unknown

Chest of voices, soothing, deep

Howling, painful groans

Names, places, full of meaning

No more to be found

Paddles dip, ply calm waters

Silent ripples round



Touch dark forests of my mind

Muffled voices fog

Mists of language, loss and time

Flensed bones rise from bogs

Stories echo from dead jaws

Ancestors of old

Long disarticulated

Context now untold



Soft whisperings of wonder

In a tongue unknown

Lessons passed from ancient minds

Rambling, constant drones

Call to me from my own veins

Wave with undead hands

Set fires to mental chaff

Draw pictures in sand



Drums sound. Ghosts sing. Shadows teach

Dances to the wind.

Beckoning their children lost,

"Listen once again."

Inner ear tuned to faint sounds,

Echoes lost in time

Attempting to decipher

Smoke signals sublime.


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